2003-08-04 - 10:15 a.m.
Oh, for fuck's sake!! Diaryland just lost another carefully structured and linked entry. Let me tell you, this was an entry full of verve and style - it would have gathered in hundreds of new readers, made them clasp me to their collective bosom and welcome in my angst and knitting updates. I delivered Siddharta-like wisdom, correctly predicted the 2003 World Series' outcome, and detailed a knitting pattern for adhesive nipple tassels.
Or not. You'll never know. Sigh. The truth is that I am fucking worn down with this cold/bronchitis/flaming ick thing. You can tell because I'm swearing about twice as much. My co-workers are starting to treat me as if the leprosy wagon will call momentarily. Luckily none of them have pulled up as lung-lame as me.
The good news is that I found my camera cable, yippie. Unfortunately my button pics from Saturday's jaunt to Exclusive Buttons in El Cerrito are crap; I'll have to reshoot them to show you the sparkly goodness. But I like the shots from Saul's. Hope you do too.
This is Saul's. I love the checkered floor. And this is not a busy day - usually there are at least 10 people jostling for the next table. Sometimes I just get an egg salad on challah to go. On Saturday, though, I grabbed a corner table, perfect for watching this group.
I call them the Kvetchers because they just would not shut up. First the woman - who you'll note is digging into a sandwich with abandon - bitched about her brisket being too lean. Then one of the guys whined about too-dry scrambled eggs. Then the older gent wasn't happy with the horseradish. Shut up and eat already! Also I'd never seen people use their fingers quite so much. All five needed showers afterward.
There are two types of matzoh balls - the heavy and the light. There are proponents of each, mostly based on what Oma or Mom made while you were growing up. I like 'em both as long as I don't have to melt down the schmaltz. (For those not in the know, schmaltz, a must-have ingredient in matzoh balls, is rendered chicken fat.) The one shown above is of the huge, tremendously heavy variety. Note that even with the spoon-shaped gap, it almost fills the cup. One Saul's matzoh ball is more than enough. Especially when it's served with an extra-cold Dr. Brown's.
They were out of diet cream, so I had to settle for diet black cherry. Oh, the burdens we must shoulder.
And the above, if you can imagine, was my Chicken Kebab lunch special. I managed about a third of it, mostly the chopped salad and hummus. Look at the size of that plate!
Afterwards I trundled off into Black Oak Books for a good long browse. Chicken stock and used books - now that is pure pleasure.
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